She started to move, hesitated, and after a stuttering step, made her way out of her "hiding" spot, up the trail to where Price sat. She looked here and there and, not seeing anywhere else, she stuck a crumpled dollar bill into a gap in the bench seat. [color=deepskyblue]"That was pretty."[/color] She wore what might have been a poncho-style top, if it weren't actually just a comically oversized teeshirt, and was walking barefoot, with dried mud halfway up to her knees.